Mischief Managed

(Fred's POV)

I walk into the Great Hall and see George at the table reading a letter. I walk over and tap him on the shoulder. He screams.

"Bloody hell Fred," he sighs, holding his chest.

"Who's the letter from?" I laugh, "why so jumpy?"

"Just mum checking on Ginny," he says, folding the letter. "You know making sure she isn't writing messages using Rooster blood, talking about secret chambers and all that noise. "How was the chat with Hermione? Close one with the map."

"I don't know," I sigh.

"Did you ever think to just tell her how you feel?" He says, grabbing some toast.

"I did before Malfoy came into the picture," I said. "I think I've hinted well enough that I'm into her."

"Do you really think she would ever think a Weasley might be into her after being friends with our little brother? You probably need to do a little more than just hinting around," he said.

"She doing whatever with Malfoy, it's too late," I say sadly.

"It's never too late brother," he smirks, stuffing the buttered toast in his mouth. Ron and Harry walk over and sit by each of us.

"You were robbed Harry, I can't get over that game with Hufflepuff. Cedric even knows you were robbed. That win was a bogus one and a rematch should have been given." Ron huffs.

"Quidditch is a brutal sport brother, can't be upset about the win," George remarks.

"I have no broom anyway and I'm not going back to the rubbish ones the school has. I feel like I lost my best friend," Harry said sadly, talking about the Nimbus.

"How did the chat with Lupin go? Ron asks, grabbing a cherry pastry.

"Basically he said the Dementors were hungry and that with the horrors I've been through, I'm a prized snack," he says, sounding angry. "They drain peace, hope and happiness," he whispers darkly. "Do I even have any of that?"

"Sounds like Malfoy," Ron snarked.

Angelina walks up to the table and sits next to me.

"We still on to hang at Hogsmeade?" She asks sweetly.

"Hogsmeade!" Harry said depressed, dropping his head to the table.

"You're pathetic," George says, tapping Harry's head. I look at George and smile and he reads my mind.

"I'll see you there Angelina." She smiles and walks away. "Harry come into the hall, we've got to show you something," I say grinning.

"What about me?" Ron muttered.

"Is your name Harry?" I snip, walking towards the exit. Harry and George follow me. We tell Harry about the Marauder's map that we nicked from Filch's office. The aids to magical mischief makers have helped George and I dearly, we owe them so much. Every detail of Hogwarts and the grounds is on this map. You can see everyone who is in it and all the passages leading to Hogsmeade.

"Again Harry though it pains us to give it to you, Happy early Christmas," George says grinning.

"Remember to tap your wand and say, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to know good.' But once you're finished tap it again and say, 'Mischief Managed'. If you don't any one will be able to read it." I warned.

"Thanks guys," Harry said happily.

"Meet us by the witch statue before the class goes to Hogsmeade and I'll hand over the map," I smile, walking up the stairwell.

I open the map and take one last look at it. Its like saying goodbye to the perfect lover. I see Hermione studying in the library, typical. But then her ink dot disappears. That was weird. Before I go to clear the map, my eye catches Draco's dot and he wasn't alone. He was with Pansy Parkinson inside the common room. I race to the Dungeon and hide behind a wall. I hear Draco from afar and I kneel down looking at him and Pansy.

"That was great, thanks," Draco smiled slyly, whispering something in Pansy's ear. She chuckled and then kissed him on the cheek before leaving. I wait until she leaves and walk over to him.

"Draco," I said angrily.

"Weasley," he says smugly.

"What was that?" I question.

"What was what?" He smiles. "She was just showing me notes from Potions."

"Fine, I'm sure Hermione will like to know what this was or wasn't," I smirk, turning around.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he laughs, waving his finger.

"And If I do? I threaten.

"She won't believe you," he smiles, his eyes resembling his black soul.

"Aren't you cocky," I say, putting my face close to his.

"She'll just think you're trying to get her to stop talking to me," he says, turning his gaze. "Soon she'll be madly in love with me and you will just be a nothing Weasley, pining after what you'll never get. What's new for your family though right?"

"Good luck with that," I say sarcastically. My face fills with rage and I could feel the heat coming off it. I turn away from him and start walking back. "That's what I thought," he laughs, walking into the dungeon. I punch the dungeon wall a couple times before leaving.

XXXXXXX

I walk to the one eyed witch statue and see footprints in the snow.

"What's with you?" Harry asked, concerned, taking off his invisibility cloak.

"Nothing," I lie, handing him the map. "Remember Potter, Mischief Managed." I smile slightly and turn back to go find George. I find George and walk up to him.

"Do you have your never-ending flask?" I ask.

"Yes, but," he says, pulling it out of his pocket. I snatch it out of his hand and take a swig. I walk ahead of him, putting my hood up.

"What's up with you?" George asks racing up to me.

"Nothing," I lie.

"Fred!" Hermione says, catching up to us. "You need some gloves you're going to get sick, it's freezing!"

"Don't worry about that, "George says, "no germ can live in a body that is 70% whiskey." He walks ahead to catch up with Ron.

"You're drinking?" She whispers.

"What's it to you?" I snap.

"Ouch," she responds. I see her face and the hurt look.

"Sorry, bad day," I say, taking another drink.

"What's wrong?" She asks quietly.

"Shouldn't you be secretly going off with Malfoy somewhere?" I snip. I look ahead and see Angelina. "See you Hermione," I leave her and catch up to Angelina.

"Fred, I was looking for you," she says happily.

"I'd give you a hug, but my shirt smells pretty weird today," I grin, taking another drink.

"You do smell very flammable right now," she laughs. She takes the flask and takes a drink. "Cheers, for whiskey and poor judgement," she smiles.

"I knew I liked you," I laugh, my cheeks were starting to feel hot. I take off my jumper. "Sorry I'm feeling hot."

"Well, I don't expect to be around fire, not to sweat," she flirts, kissing my cheek.

"Wow, aren't you clever," I whisper, kissing her on the lips. She pulls back a little and smiles.

"Sorry, I say dumb stuff when I'm nervous," she admits, facing forward.

"Well, I say more dumb things before breakfast than people do all day," I laugh. She giggles and she links her arm with mine. We walk to Honeydukes. We walk in and are laughing until our cheeks are sore. We try the orange sherbert balls and we start levitating.

"These are so amazing," Angelina says, trying to pull herself to the ground. I take another drink of the whiskey and eventually float back down the ground. I grab Angelina's hand and pull her down into me.

"Hi," i say laughing.

"Hi," she says back, smiling.

"I really needed this," I say.

"Im glad to be of service," she laughs.

"Want to go to Three Broomsticks? and grab a butterbeer?" I ask.

"Of course," she says and we walk outside. We start talking about Quidditch and how her dream was to go pro.

"I believe you can," I smile before we get outside the three broomsticks. The door swings open and something hits me, pushing me back. Hermione and Ron come out right after. Hermione's face looked worried. Ron races passed me but I stop Hermione.

"I'll be right in," I smile to Angelina and she walks inside. "What's wrong with Harry?" I ask Hermione when the door shuts.

"How did you know?" Hermione asked.

"Is he ok?"

"He just found out that his dad's best friend was Sirius Black, and possibly the one who is the reason his parents were murdered," Hermione whispered, pulling me away from the door.

"No," i said shocked.

"I have to go after him," she said, looking towards Ron.

"Go, it will be ok," I reassure.

"Thanks Fred," she says, she hugs me tight and I hug her back. It lasts a minute before I let her go. Suddenly I felt sober. I walk in the three broomsticks and see George talking to Angelina.

"Well, look who it is, Mr. Boozey himself," George laughs walking over to me.

"Funny," I say.

"You and Angelina seem to be having a good time, she will not stop talking about you," George smiles, pushing me on the shoulder.

"Yeah, it's been nice," i say honestly.

"Well, you don't exactly look chipper," He says.

"I mean I just saw Hermione and," i start to say.

"Fred, you need to let this go. You have a perfectly good woman over there who just bought you a butterbeer. She smoking hot, plays Quidditch, hates all things Malfoy. She even started singing and for someone who can barely stand... she sounds good. It's a total Jackpot." George protests.

"You're right, "i accept.

"Damn right, I'm right. When have you ever doubted that?" He puts his arm around me and we walk over to Angelina.

We drink. We drink some more.

"You liked kissing me admit it," Angelina whispered in my ear. i smile. George winks at me.

"That's very possible," i say smiling. She grabs a choclate puff from the center of the table and puts it in my mouth.

"Better than sex., right?" She whispers again, sending shivers down my spine.

"Well, what do we have here, a table full fools. Pathetic drunken Weasleys with weak lions to follow," Draco appeared looking at our table.

"I suggest you leave us be Draco," I threaten. He bends down.

"That's okay, Hermione is waiting for me in the dungeon anyway," he whispers. He turns around. George heard him and mouths 'No' to me. He sees the rage in my eyes. I stand up from my seat and George sighs.

"Hey Draco," I say. He turns around and I punch him right in the nose. Instantly it started bleeding and he grabbed it.

"You broke it," he roared. I get in his face.

"Go cry about it to your father," I whisper, smiling. Draco death stares me and then grabs his wand from his pocket. He lifts it up and then George nicks it out of his hand.

"Malfoy, I'd advise you to turn around and leave," he threatens. Draco looks at me and then at our group and huffs. He turns around with his lackies and leaves.

"Feel better?" George laughs, patting my back.

"Tons," I smile but then it fades quickly.

Hermione.